Edo Tensei: Resurrecting Gods
Chapter 7
The plot bunnies are rolling in at the wrong time. I have exams :\
Enjoy anyway!
| Previously |
"No questions." Madara resheathed the sword and pushed it back towards Naruto. "It is a gift. My brother Izuna would have wanted you to have it."
Naruto furrowed his eyebrows and looked frustratedly at Madara, will he ever get to the point?
"After all. You are my grandson."
Naruto's brain just blanked at these words, it took him a few moments to reboot and actually respond to Madara.
"Eh?" Came Naruto's intelligent reply.
Madara just rolled his eyes and smirked slightly. "As I said, You are my grandson. Your father was my son." Madara held up his hand to stop Naruto, who looked like he was about to speak. "No, I didn't know before now. It was on the Takegaoka mission that I figured it out. I can't tell you who your father is just now. You can't know just now."
Naruto slumped in disappointment but didn't protest. The way that Madara spoke implied that he would know sometime soon.
"What was that folder about anyway? You wouldn't say anything back at the Hokage tower."
Madara looked up at Naruto's face before turning and walking to the back of the room; left of the mysterious tablet. He reached up and placed his hand flat against the wall, murmuring something under his breath.
Something clicked, and a square of wall swung outwards. The inside was shielded from view by the wall/door, so Naruto couldn't see what was inside. He watched as Madara lifted out a large scroll, which he laid down on the Tatami floor.
It was a plain looking scroll - about as long as his entire arm - with Uchiha Fan's decorating the cap ends. Madara unrolled it carefully, the old rice paper crinkling as it was moved. Madara got halfway through the scroll before he stopped, having reached some text.
Madara waved Naruto over, going back to reading the fancy Kana.
Curious, Naruto knelt down next to Madara, watching as the Uchiha's hand trailed over hundreds of names.
"What is this?" He asked softly.
Madara hummed for a second, reaching out and unraveling more scroll. "It's a Family Tree. All the Uchiha that go through our clan are marked down, under their parents and grandparents. Using this, we can trace a few hundred years back - Long before the Hidden villages. See here?" Madara pointed to a point a little far back from the end, a point where the names suddenly ended. The whole scroll after that point was blank, the other names not interceding the white space caused.
"That's my line. The Main Branch, the rest are all side branches. It ends here as it wasn't recorded that me, or any of my siblings had any children... They had all died long before I did. Before the villages even." Madara's voice was on the verge of trembling, his hand hovering on the name of one of his siblings.
うちはイズナ- Uchiha Izuna (D)
"Tobirama killed him." At Naruto's confused look he elaborated, "Hashirama's brother."
Naruto looked at Madara with a frown, his blue eyes darkening in sadness. He looked back at Izuna's name and his frown grew.
"Izuna... You called Sasuke Izuna. At the team meeting after Academy graduation. Did... Did Izuna look a lot like Sasuke?"
Madara turned to Naruto and looked him in the eye, Sharingan flaring to life, tomoe spinning lazily around the ring. Naruto could feel something pushing behind his eyes, it was a strange sensation, Naruto thought.
He looked up to see a young man, looking like a much older Sasuke. Only a few differences separated the two: Izuna long hair drawn back into a thin ponytail - the duck butt was still there, only a little downtrodden - and the face looked a little different.
"This is Izuna." Izuna smiled warmly at Madara, the grin lighting up his stoic face. He waved at Naruto before flickering out of existence. No trace of him ever being there.
Naruto looked at the spot where Izuna just disappeared from for a moment before looking at Madara in awe. "H-how did you do that?!"
The former leader of the Uchiha clan only smirked. "Genjutsu, the use of illusions. One of the three main Shinobi arts."
"Amazing." Naruto breathed. "Could I do something like that someday?" The prospect sounded exciting!
Madara only laughed. "You need to get your chakra control up to scratch first, Naruto-kun. You will overpower and fail any illusion at this point. Perhaps in a few years hm?"
"Aww." Naruto pouted.
Madara only shook his head at Naruto's antics. At least he wasn't as bad as Hashirama. Kami, the mere thought of it was giving him shivers! Anyway! Back to business.
Madara took the calligraphy kit from beside him and began preparing some ink methodically. His movements smooth from years of practice. Naruto just watched, it was relaxing to watch even if it was pretty boring.
Once Madara was finished, the Uchiha pulled the scroll closer to him, his hand hovering over his own name. He looked conflicted for a second before narrowing his eyes, an internal battle won.
He drew a perfect straight line down from his own name, writing a few characters below the end point. Naruto leaned forward, looking curiously at Madara's writing. His eyes widened in shock once the text registered in his mind.
うちはマダラ- Uchiha Madara
うちはうずまき ナルト- Uchiha-Uzumaki Naruto
Naruto looked at Madara incredulously. "W-wha-"
"The file in the Hokage office?" Madara smirked, his Sharingan eyes swirling.
"Adoption papers."
"- and then! Then he goes, crosses his arms and says... 'I don't know who she was. It was a one night stand.' Who would ever imagine Uchiha Madara having a sex life eh?" Anko laughed uproariously, taking a swig of the jar of sake being held precariously in her hand.
Everyone in their part of the bar laughed, all knowing of the Uchiha's apparent clan wide asexualness.
It was the weekly unofficial Jonin meeting. Where all the Jonin and Jonin sensei met up and shared missions, team reports and just some Jonin exclusive gossip. The Jonin's gossip ring was the main source of envy among the Chunin and Genin. Though it couldn't match up to the ANBU. None were better than theirs, Being exclusive to most of the village's secret info did have some benefits. Although seldom shared.
Some Jonin, however, had a few people in the ANBU that they were friendly off duty with. Allowing them to get some tidbits of the good stuff.
A lot of info came from Kakashi - A former ANBU Captain - who currently was trying to get a feel of Anko's breasts. His hand in an opportune position, slung over the Torture Mistress' shoulder.
The Jonin were joined by Hashirama today. Who had tagged along after they found Kakashi - lazing about and reading his Icha Icha.
Hashirama and Anko were regaling them of funny stories from their missions. He had just reached the recent events of Takegaoka.
"Ah." Anko sighed contently, moving to sit in Kakashi's lap and leaning back. Resting her head on the silver haired man's shoulder.
"So proud of my little Gaki." She started, once the laughter had stopped. "Took down a B-rank and 2 C-rank nuke-nin's all by his lonesomes." She wiped a tear from her eye. "They grow up so fast."
"Really?" Kakashi drawled, although he sounded bored, you could tell he was impressed. "How did he do it?"
It was Hashirama that answered. "Overpowered Katon. The thing took out the main tent, three other tents and scorched 30ft of the ground around him black. Nearly took himself out in the process. Baka."
Kakashi hummed and played with his fingers that lay on Anko's thighs. "At least your team is doing good. Mine are a nightmare."
"Uchiha?" Hashirama asked, sympathy in his voice.
"Aa. The kid won't work with the team, always going off and doing things himself. Sai is OK, but I think he's spying on Sasuke-kun for Danzo. That's something the Hawk would do. Then Sakura..." Kakashi's sigh was tired and irritated. "If she continues on like this, I'm probably going to make an appeal to take her off the program, civilians be dammed."
"Still a fan girl?" Anko asked.
Kakashi snorted, giving all the answer they needed.
"Aren't the chunin exams coming up soon though?" Inquired Kurenai. "You'll need a three man team to enter, kicking Sakura out won't do you any good at this point."
Kakashi sighed, running his hand through gravity defying hair.
"Well. I know that Naruto doesn't have a childish crush on Sakura anymore." Hashirama stated, taking a sip of his sake. "You should of heard what he said about fan girls after the bandit mission. What was it again Anko? It was when I asked him to put his kunai away."
Anko furrowed her brows, recalling that exact conversation. Her face lit up in realisation, before she started giggling. "I believe it was... Hmm... Aha! 'I don't have a mirror, those are for civilians and worthless, bitchy fangirls that have no business being Kunoichi and should jump off the nearest cliff.' "
The nearby Shinobi and Kunoichi chuckled, it was the opinion of most serious ninja.
"Seriously? Naruto said that?" Asuma asked incredulously, taking a draw of his cigarette.
Hashirama and Anko sighed dejectedly, both pouting at the unfairness.
"Madara's got to him." Was all Hashirama said.
Anko turned round on Kakashi's lap, straddling the Hatake's legs as she peered closely into Kakashi's face. "Speaking about Madara. What was the whole secret file thing that he was giving to the Hokage? Did you even find out before he marched off?"
Hashirama slumped. "No! He just ignored me! Walked off with Naruto-chan."
"Talking about Madara? You haven't heard the news then." Kakashi looked up from his book, peering around Anko's body that was cuddling into him.
Anko and Hashirama cheered up instantly, bright eyes looking at Kakashi inquisitively.
"What news?"
"He's went and adopted Naruto-kun as his son. Don't see why though, Naruto isn't an Uchiha."
Pause.
"EH! SERIOUSLY! MADARA!" Hashirama stormed off out the bar, flinging the ryō for his drink on the table as he went.
"He is an Uchiha." Anko said softly, so quiet that only Kakashi could hear her. "Awakened the Sharingan after he nearly died."
"Seriously?" Kakashi murmured back. "Kami...The World's going to shit these days. Next thing you know, Gai won't be wearing green spandex."
Anko snorted. "Be careful what you wish for."
"Really?" Kakashi wiggled his eyebrows (eyebrow?) suggestively. "Will my wishes come true?"
Anko laughed and laid a teasing kiss on Kakashi's mask. "We'll see."
"So... How's this going to work between us? Do we stay as normal or do I call you Otou-san or Chichiue or-"
"Hmm. Otou-san will do."
"Okay...Otou-san." Naruto quite liked the sound of the word on his lips
"Hn, it'll take a while to get used to anyway."
They had left the Naka Shrine a while back and were now wandering the grounds, enjoying the peaceful warm day.
Madara turned to Naruto who was still carrying his sword in his hands awkwardly. "Here." He motioned for Naruto to hand over the katana.
Madara took it and held the sword comfortably. His hand three quarters up the sheath.
"How are you liking the armour?"
At the mention of the accursed garment. Naruto tapped lightly on the breastplate, the metal ringing flatly. "I don't really feel comfortable moving about in this, its really heavy and I'd like to be more of a quick person than a heavy hitter."
Madara only nodded. It was a plausible explanation. "Let's get that off you then. We can find something else to wear. Perhaps we can come back to armour when you're older."
They walked quickly to Madara's house, a quiet little place far from many of the other houses. Madara helped Naruto out of the crimson samurai styled armour, the metal making soft clunks when it hit the floor.
Soon Naruto was left in the black, long sleeved, turtle neck shirt and black ANBU pants. The blond soon found that without the heavy armour weighing him down, his movements were a lot faster and free. Although, he would have to get used to it quickly, falling flat on his face wasn't a pleasant prospect.
Madara stepped back and looked at Naruto a second, eyes flicking up and down his body. Naruto had grown a lot in the past months, an inch or two taller, broader shoulders and a fine amount of muscle -carrying about heavy armour all the time was great for muscle development- gave him more of a combat ready look. Naruto had liked it when he saw himself in the mirror each morning.
Madara turned and walked away through the house, his steps confident through the heavy shadows that were cast from lack of light.
Naruto looked after him for a moment before turning back to the pile of armour on the floor, he sighed in resignation. A tiring task ahead indeed. Slowly but surely, Naruto managed to move the armour into a neat pile in the corner of the room, out of the way so no one tripped up or anything.
Madara walked back into the room, carrying something in his hands. He held it out to Naruto, who took it carefully.
Full body mesh armour lay on the top, separated into the torso part and the leg part. Then, there was a shirt... A very long shirt. Holding it up, Naruto could see that it would reach to just under his knees, there was a slit up to the waist for leg movement though. It had the classic Uchiha high collar and long baggy sleeves. It looked rather nice to be honest.
Anything was better than the armour.
"Try it on."
It was easy to get on, compared to the complicated process of the armour. The mesh armour he just slipped on like normal clothes, although his toes kept getting caught in the small gaps spread evenly through the moderately tight weave. He kept his pants from the heavy armour, rewinding the bandages around his shins. The shirt had a small, almost imperceptible seam on the front, allowing it to be opened like a kimono and closed again easily, looking like it was just a normal shirt.
He pulled the sleeves straight, observing as the wide cuffs draped over his hands, allowing opportunity to hide what he was doing with them.
"So?" Madara asked, standing in the doorway. He handed Naruto a harness for his sword which he shrugged on carefully, it allowed his sword to hang diagonally down his back. The end point of the sword just reaching past his hip.
Naruto smiled, "It feels really good to get out the armour." He glared at the pile of metal sitting innocently in the corner. "I don't see how you can wear it all the time."
Madara chuckled deeply. "I've been wearing armor like that since I was a child. You get used to it."
They sat in silence for a moment, just listening to the sounds of nature from the outside. Neither wanting to break the companionable quiet.
It was Naruto who finally spoke. "Hey, Otou-san. Why does Sasuke have the Uchiha fan on his clothes while I don't?" He had noticed when he picked the shirt up to put it on.
Madara blinked, surprised at the question. "Well, to be able to wear the crest you need to master the Gōkakyū first."
"But I can already do the Gōkakyū. Remember the Takegaoka mission... I killed them with it."
Madara shook his head. "No, you can do the jutsu but you haven't mastered it. Come, let us practice by the river." Madara stood up straight and stretched, his armour clinking as it was moved. The Uchiha then just walked out the back door, nary a prompt to tell Naruto to follow. Just expectation.
Naruto hurried out the door after Madara, pulling his sandals on haphazardly as he rushed. Walking quickly through the grass, they soon reached a river that had a pier sticking out from the bank. Nothing special.
Madara already stood at the end, standing in his familiar crossed arms stance. A blank face, devoid of emotions gazed across the river, seemingly lost in thought.
Naruto came up to stand next to the raven haired man, he remained silent, not willing to interrupt Madara from his thoughts. Instead he ran though the hand seals for the Gōkakyū, getting used to the feel and trying to build up his speed.
Tiger → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger. Again and again, faster. He needed to be faster.
Madara snapped out of his thoughts, although not visibly, only the glazed look that disappeared from his eyes gave indication to the Uchiha's return to the land of reality.
The man watched as Naruto sped through handseals, growing faster and faster with each repetition.
Naruto suddenly stopped and began to gather chakra, his blue eyes narrowing in determination.
Tiger → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger . "Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!" Naruto shouted releasing his chakra all at once.
So much chakra was wasted, Madara sensed. The Uchiha-Uzumaki had little control over his incredibly large reserves, he would have to teach the boy water walking and waterfall walking soon. Accuracy and perfection was paramount.
The fireball was pitifully small, only the size of his closed fist. Naruto began coughing harshly, he probably didn't coat his lungs and throat with chakra... But... Ah there it is, the vaunted healing unique to the Kyūbi Jinchuriki. Although the wind nature he has is curious. Maybe I can introduce the Gunbai to him? Obito was almost useless with it last time I checked.
Naruto's throat was as good as new 10 seconds later. His blue eyes glinting with increased determination, a wide grin at the challenge. Traits he had gained from his suffering in life, Madara observed. Similar to his own.
Over and over again Naruto shot off the Gōkakyū. Surprising Madara with his tenacity to master the Jutsu, it seemed that Naruto wanted to master the Gōkakyū within the day.
It was an impossible task.
Well I'll be damned, he did it.
It wasn't a day. But Naruto mastered it within three. Three! It was unheard of.
The blond had trained non stop, from morning to evening. He had only stopped to rest and eat because Madara had forced him, lest he kill himself from chakra exhaustion.
Naruto's chakra recovery rate still astounded him. Depleted from all chakra at night, to full reserves by the morning. Not to sound petulant but:
It just wasn't fair!
Madara had to close all three Uchiha into the compound for those three days. Hashirama had been banging at the gates an hour after they had started training, most likely the Senju had found out that he had adopted Naruto as his son and was furious about it.
The thought made him grin. Although the thoughts of not being able to acknowledge Minato as his real son sobered his good mood, it was just too risky to do.
Sasuke was fuming at first, the young boy didn't want to be locked in his own home. But he accepted it after Madara had helped the Izuna-lookalike with his training, a few hints and tips here and there had satisfied the power hungry boy. Satisfied enough that he had even given Naruto a few tips for the Gōkakyū. Although maybe the need for another to bear the crest of the Uchiha and flaunt to the world that the Uchiha were not dead influenced his decision.
When Naruto had succeeded in blowing out a fireball the size of a small house had Madara and Sasuke grinning in pride for their fellow clansmen. They had bonded much over the long three days.
Madara cautiously opened the main gate, Sasuke and Naruto - with the Uchiha fan displayed proudly on the back of the long navy shirt - at his flanks.
Sasuke was nominated to be the one to look outside first, getting glares from the duckbutt haired boy for being the sacrifice. Halfheartedly of course.
Sasuke peaked outside cautiously and leaped back in surprise - an undignified squeak leaving his lips - at the sight of Senju Hashirama's angry face inches from his own.
"MADARA! OPEN UP YOU BASTARD, I'VE GOT A FEW WORDS FOR YOU!" Hashirama roared, banging on the wood door after it was hastily shut by the three Uchiha.
Sasuke sighed in relief, Hashirama had a really scary face when he was angry, it looked weird on the normally cheerful man's face.
"WHY WOULD I OPEN UP!" Madara roared back. "NO SANE MAN WOULD!"
"Just open up for Kami's sake!"
Sasuke worked up enough courage to shout at Hashirama on his own. "GO AWAY! WE DON'T WANT YOU HERE!"
There was silence after Sasuke's shout. Everyone looked at each other confused. Had Hashirama left?
"No." Madara murmured quietly. "The Hashirama that I know wouldn't give up like that. He is probably waiting for us to drop our guard and then barge in like the idiot that he is."
Naruto nodded in agreement, though Madara's words hadn't settled Sasuke's nerves one bit.
"Can he get in?" Naruto asked softly, casting an apprehensive look at the gates.
Surprisingly, It was Sasuke that answered. "No. For someone to get in, the gates gave to be open. The seals that protect our compound won't let anyone in otherwise."
Madara nodded in agreement. "Sasuke is right. For now, we play the waiting game."
The game hadn't lasted long.
"Hello!" Came Hashirama's cheerful voice, it had originated from right beneath them.
"Gah!" All of the Uchihas shouted in surprise, leaping back and watching Hashirama's head emerge from the ground.
Once Hashirama had fully emerged, the Senju brushed the dirt off his armour nonchalantly, not even noticing the Uchiha that surrounded him. The man turned to Sasuke. "You need to recharge your seals. There is a weak point under the ground, About 53 meters northeast from the main array."
Sasuke hesitantly nodded once, his fear back once again as Hashirama's KI swept out him in waves as he looked at Madara.
"Mada-chan~" Hashirama sang, his anger lacing his voice. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? Adopting Naruto-chan out of the blue like that, wouldn't discussing things like this before acting upon them be best? You wouldn't want me to get really angry with you, now would you?"
Madara gulped and stepped back cautiously. It was dangerous to be around Hashirama when he was like this. To placate the Senju, Madara shook his head frantically, trying to get words out gnto explain to Hashirama.
"E-et-to..."
Hashirama crossed his arms, eerily imitating Madara's own stance. The brunettes eyebrow was raised. "Hmm?"
"What can I do to make it up to you?" Madara asked nervously, not finding the words to explain to Hashirama about the current predicament.
"Hmm..." Hashirama thoughtfully stroked his chin, like he had a beard. Hashirama already knew what he was going to ask of Madara, he had decided yesterday.
"You, me and Naruto are going to revive Tobirama. Using Naruto's modified technique."
Madara and Naruto looked at each other, both slumping in unison.
This is going to be troublesome. Both thought.
They were standing in the same clearing, that seemed, so long ago, that Naruto revived Madara and Hashirama.
"Is this really going to work?" Naruto asked. "It worked by chance last time."
"Don't worry." Hashirama replied, cheerfully unrolling the Forbidden scroll of Seals on the ground. "It'll work, you have me and Madara to help you."
"Madara and I." The Uchiha corrected absently.
"Shut up." Hashirama sniped back automatically. Hashirama stepped back and observed his work, nodding when everything was in place.
"DNA please."
Naruto handed the vial of blood to Hashirama, watching as the Senju handed it to his Kage Bunshin who was shifting every few seconds nervously.
Madara originally was the person that had to carry the DNA, but the man had vehemently refused to even go near anything of Tobirama's. Leaving the job to Naruto.
"OK!" Hashirama clapped. "It's better that I stand right in front of him when he is revived, he will probably go on a killing rampage when he sees you, Madara."
"It's to be expected."
Madara and Hashirama held their hands in the Ram seal, ready to channel chakra through Naruto as needed.
Naruto took a deep breath and let it out, trying to relax his body. "I'm ready."
Tiger → Snake → Dog → Dragon → Clap hands ... This was it.
"Kuchiyose:" he intoned, channeling most of his chakra. He felt the warmth of Hashirama's and the cold familiar feeling of Madara's chakra running through him to replenish his rapidly diminishing reserves.
"Edo Tensei!" The blond roared, slamming his hand down on the drawn seal.
Sealing lines shot out from the main matrix, red in colour. They rapidly over took the Kage Bunshin and ash materialized from the ground, covering the screaming clone from view.
Hashirama stepped forward and stopped right in front of where Tobirama's face would be in a few seconds.
Soon the Nidaime Hokage stood in all his glory. Clad in blue armour over a plain black suit, the distinctive white fur collar shifting in the wind. The three red lines that marked his face, white shaggy hair. The happuri that took the place of a Hitai-ate.
Senju Tobirama... Had returned to the impure world.
Dark red eyes opened and gazed impassively upon his older brother.
"Welcome back to the living... Otouto."
Tobirama looked at Hashirama once again, taking in the relatively alive look to his brother. Only Hashirama's sclerae, which were black. Gave him any idea that his brother was not alive, But an Edo Tensei body... Like himself.
"Hello, Anija... Edo Tensei?"
Hashirama nodded in the affirmative. But narrowed his eyes at Tobirama.
"Don't freak out Tobirama. He's on our side."
Tobirama's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his anijas words. Who was on their side?
Looking past Hashirama, all he saw was wild black hair before he disappeared.
Madara
Madara himself was looking impassively at the approaching Senju, his Eien Mangekyō easily following his movements. Tobirama was far below his level. He needn't worry.
Although... Naruto on the other hand. He darkly chuckled on the inside, his face remaining emotionless. This should be interesting.
Naruto watched with horror as Hashirama's brother came closer. He was so fast that he had to use his Sharingan to keep up with him. But it wasn't enough.
It was never enough. He needed to see faster, better. MORE! To protect his Otou-san!
Naruto conveniently forgot that his father was an Edo Tensei body that couldn't die. All that mattered was to protect Otou-san. He leaped in the line of fire, a hand on the hilt of his sword, Sharingan glaring.
Unseen to him, a second tomoe manifested in the blood red depths of his Sharingan. The new tomoe spinning wildly as Tobirama's approach became slower.
No! It wasn't enough!
On instinct, Naruto held his hands out towards the Senju. He felt an immense chakra building - It was his own, not the Kyūbi's - it was building up and building up before he could hold it back no longer.
"Kongō Fūsa."(Adamantine Sealing Chains) He murmured, watching with detached wonder as black chains shot out of his outspread hands, towards the Senju. Who had foolishly stopped in the face of his chains.
His chains with red tomoe points.
The chains bound Tobirama rapidly, wrapping around him and digging into the ground, making the man fall to his knees.
The kneeling man looked up slightly surprised, though his eyes widened even further when he caught sight of Naruto. The chains that were as black as night emerging from his hands. Tobirama looked up at the boys face, the boy clad in Uchiha garb.
The obviously Uzumaki boy who had the Sharingan. Two tomoes spinning widely were contained in the hateful eyes of the boy. Looking closer he could see a faint resemblance to Madara in the boys face; the shape of the eyes, cheekbones and the jaw were all Madara.
A descendant?
The boy spoke softly, but Tobirama could still hear him. As far away as he was.
"You will not hurt Otou-san." The Uchiha-Uzumaki boy spoke with such devotion, such love, such determination. That Tobirama couldn't help but believe that what the boy said was true. No one would hurt his Otou-san.
With the Uchiha-Uzumaki facing away and Hashirama focused on the glinting chains, only Tobirama saw the look in Madara's eyes. The glint of pride, insanity and was that Possession?...
Yes, Madara seemed very possessive of the Uchiha-Uzumaki boy. When their eyes met, Red upon red, that smug smirk that Madara gave him. The smirk that spoke volumes to the younger Senju.
What did you think of that? The smirk said. Such a loyal weapon isn't he? Only Tobirama would be able to discern these thoughts and words from Madara's expressions. No other knew him well enough. Even Hashirama couldn't see what he saw.
That same look Madara had when he gazed upon Izuna in the throes of battle and war. When Izuna succeeded in his tasks. When Izuna-
That was Izuna's sword on Uzumaki's back. He realised. I would recognize it anywhere.
Izuna's outfit. Izuna's weapon. The same look on Izuna's face whenever he was in the presence of his brother.
Its like... He's moulding Uzumaki into Izuna...
Tobirama's eyes widened with the revelation. What the-
"Naruto." Naruto, a strong name, Maelstrom... Or fish cake... Who the hell names their son fish cake?
"Let him go, Naruto." Madara spoke softly, although the command lingered in the undertones of the Uchiha's deep voice.
The chains retreated immediately, sinking into the skin of Naruto's hands. Tobirama saw that the ends of the chains had Tomoe shaped blades. Blood red like the colour of the Sharingan.
Hashirama regained his voice finally. Though he was still shocked.
"Why don't we go home? We can talk there."
Madara and Tobirama glared at each other discretely. Not wanting to be anywhere need each other.
"You can come to the compound, if you want?" Naruto offered softly, still staring at his shaking hands.
Madara sneered, before nodding. His expression mirrored by Tobirama.
"Let's go then!" Hashirama cheered, taking a hold of Madara and Tobirama and dragging them along by their arms. The two hit many trees as they ran. Unable to dodge as that would mean getting closer to the other.
Naruto followed behind, his thoughts jumbled up. He looked at his hands and imagined the black chains coming out again. He tripped up and nearly fell when they shot out his hands and grabbed nearby trees, stopping him from falling in his surprise.
"Woah." He murmured. These chains were so cool!
"Go train with Sasuke, Naruto. Practice your Taijutsu." Were Madara's words when they reached the Uchiha Compound.
"Hai!" The boy ran off, hair as bright as the sun almost glowing in the light of the sunset.
The Uchiha compound was now on the edges of Konoha, far from where it was when Tobirama was Hokage.
Walking though the empty streets, Tobirama wondered where all the Uchiha were. They were normally flooding this place.
"The Uchiha were all massacred. 5 years ago, by one of their own. On the orders of Danzo." Hashirama told Tobirama softly, whispering in the white haired man's ear.
Tobirama's normally impassive face slackened with shock and his eyes widened. What!
"Only 4 remain on the living plain. Madara, Naruto, Sasuke and the one who massacred them all... Itachi... Do not speak of the massacre or Itachi in front of Sasuke. He is still traumatized from the events. He was put under the Tsukuyomi and made to watch it all."
Tobirama felt sympathy for the young boy, even though he was an Uchiha. No one deserved to watch as their whole clan were killed right in front of their eyes.
"We're here." Madara said, cutting off all conversation. It was a modest house, away from all the others. Tobirama figured that it was Madara's personal home.
As they walked inside and sat down, Madara grudgingly went to make some tea or bring some Sake.
"How old was this Sasuke, when it happened?" Tobirama asked his brother. The answer sent him back into reflection.
"Seven"
Seven! Kami! It was the Sengoku Jidai all over again. The hidden villages were made to stop these kind of things! Not endorse them.
"Danzo." Tobirama snarled, the meddling bastard had gone too far this time. Even back when he was alive, Tobirama saw that Danzo had a dark manipulative glint in his eyes. The glint that called for world domination.
When he had the chance, he was going to go and kill the son of a bitch.
Wait. Think rationally Tobirama. Think of the repercussions on the village if Danzo was killed. And besides, don't the Uchiha have the most right to kill Danzo. Sasuke would be wanting revenge, the Curse of Hatred surely was awakened in the boy when the clan was massacred.
Let's observe him first. Both Sasuke and Naruto. Maybe they could be redeemed.
Like Kagami.
Madara walked back into the room, carrying two jars of sake and a few sake saucers. He placed them on the low table and sat down, as far from Tobirama as he could.
They all took sips of their drink, watching each other closely. The 'Who would break first' game was ongoing.
It seemed Tobirama's curiosity got the better of him.
"So." The Senju paused, and took a deep drink. "Naruto. How is he your son?"
"Grandson. He is my grandson. I just adopted him as my son."
"Which I'm still angry at you about!" Hashirama shouted, his normally soft brown eyes as hard as obsidian.
"What I'm curious about... Is the identity of your son. The father of your grandchild." Tobirama inquired, his wine red eyes observing Madara's every move, every facial expression.
Madara sighed, fingering his sake dish. He didn't want to tell Tobirama of all people. But he knew the Senju would never be satisfied with diversions.
"The name of my son was Namikaze Minato. Kīroi Senko... Yondaime Hokage..."
Tobirama sat stunned, an Uchiha Hokage? Unthinkable.
"So. Let me get this straight. Minato is a Uchiha."
"No." Madara put his drink on the table and crossed his arms, an amused glint in his obsidian eyes.
Tobirama paused "But you just said that he was your son!" Tobirama also placed his drink down.
"Yes he is my son, but he's not an Uchiha though."
"How can he not be an Uchiha if he's your son. You're an Uchiha!" Tobirama pointed accusingly at Madara.
"So by default, everyone that is related to me is a Uchiha." The former leader of the Uchiha clan deadpanned.
"Yes!"
"But Minato isn't an Uchiha."
"Yes he is! He's your son!" Tobirama was standing up at this point
"But he isn't an Uchiha though, Look. " Madara placed a picture of a man that had blond hair and bright blue eyes. It was like an older Naruto.
The Senju slammed his hands on the table. "He was born to you, he has your DNA, your looks... Kind of... He's an Uchiha!"
"Why are you so insistent that he's an Uchiha? I thought that you wouldn't want an Uchiha as a Hokage, Minato was Yondaime." Oh this was rich.
"That's not the point of this argument Madara!"
"That is the point of this argument, you keep insisting that my son is an Uchiha when he is not." Madara wasn't flustered one bit from the argument, in fact, a smug smirk was spreading across his face.
"Agh! Just- Mada-... ARGH!"
"Perhaps it is the idea that Minato is stronger than you, even though he doesn't have the Sharingan. He even copied and improved your technique. My son to the core." Madara's tone was gloating.
"You just implied that he was an Uchiha!" Tobirama's visage was triumphant, finally getting through to Madara.
"No, I said he was my son."
"But! You just said... wait! What technique?"
Madara looked mournful, it was the only part of his son that he despised.
"Hiraishin." He finally said.
"H-hiraishin?" Tobirama's eyes widened, taking in the implications of Madara's single word.
"That's what I just said." Madara spoke slowly, as if he was speaking to a particularly slow child.
Tobirama lunged across the table at Madara, grabbing the Uchihas throat and proceeding to choke him. Madara just relaxed, watching Hashirama approach out of the corner of his eye. Hashirama soon ripped his younger brother off of his best friend, pushing the white haired man back into his seat.
"Why can't the two of you just get along?" Hashirama demanded, hard brown eyes glaring at the two enemies.
"He is a complete asshole!" Tobirama shouted, glaring at the Uchiha.
"He killed my brother!" Madara glared back, his Eien Mangekyō swirling as he held himself back from killing the man, although it wouldn't work as they were all Edo Tensei - No matter how alive they looked; regeneration from death came with the package.
Tobirama sneered, "Boo hoo, you whore!"
"It was one person Tobirama, One! Who the hell told you about that anyway?!"
"Me.."
"HASHIRAMA!"
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6309 words. round abouts. Woo hoo! Around 2000 more than my normal!
Lots happening here. Naruto's legalisation as an Uchiha, bonding with Sasuke, Tobirama being resurrected, Uzumaki blood surfacing, Tobirama's thoughts. Loads!
I hope you like what I've done with Naruto... It wasn't planned at first but it just came out. Like a flood. I lied, Fūinjutsu is next chapter. But this was necessary for the Fūinjutsu development. Tobirama will teach Naruto seals!
Now ... Review time!
DragonNOOB: You thought it was a natural reveal? That was what I was aiming for... Some fics just throw the facts in your face I've noticed. I think this is what you mean... I could be wrong... Thanks for the review.
Slayyer: Thanks! I have been improving as I go, so its nice to hear encouragement!
Antex -the Legendary Zoroarc: thanks! I thought it would be more realistic than Madara falling in love. One night stand for all!
Rangrids: Hello! I have finished most of my exams now but I still have a few left. (Music, Chemistry) and I'm getting distracted from studying! :/
Wow. You know more languages than me. I know small amounts of Spanish and French(Only because it was compulsory until my fourth year of high school) and some Japanese that I've picked up from anime and Fanfiction. (I tried my hand at properly learning it, Japanese is hard!) But I have learned that writing helps me improve my skills. Continue writing, whether it is fanfics or something else. It helps! My English teacher says to read good quality literature to help learn more. Perhaps that would help you?
Being 15 is pretty boring. I'm waiting till I hit 16 and I can get a job. I need money!
HauntKage was good. It needs no classification.
I shall take over the world... In the name of the log!
Thanks and good luck.
Noahendless: Thanks! I wasn't sure that I was improving really. Your encouragement is welcomed ;)
Quinn1989: Troublesome indeed. No problem
Gacsam: this will happen when Naruto has MS but not EMS I have a theory that might work with your idea. Thanks!
Athalus57: With Tobirama gone, Orochimaru will have to find more people to summon. Who knows maybe he will find a mask?
: Ooook
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Thanks to Yana5 , Psyka , Lostsammy, bladetri, guest, Montyblack101, Thermalsniper7, also. Your reviews make me happy!